Not an inflection point, but many,
Different strands within the same cord
The rise of authoritarians, their minions,
Jack-booted thugs, little Satans -
As we were already warned by history -
The rise of violence against the innocents,
Riots are rising, marching, children taken...
All the threads are woven together,
But like new shoots grafted in the same vine,
We do not know the fruit they will bear…
Civil war, resistance against repression,
Brothers warring against brothers...
Cell-phone cameras of an army,
Believing your eyes not the propaganda,
The lies of those in power, shouting,
Demanding submission, uneven...
Every meeting, every statement
None alone unravels the system, but,
Together they weave pressure across borders,
over time, across pivotal moments...
Change is upon us, titans -
The Age of Empires or Freedom -
Only time will tell, in its time,
Change is never tidy; it is cumulative, building,
relentless, and ever-patient. People who endure,
who persist in speaking truth, are the ones
who bend the arc of history toward justice,
even when it feels invisible day by day.
Chaos and patience exist side by side —
both are part of the work of God...
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January 25, 2026
All of the threads are woven together
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Different strands within the same cord
The rise of authoritarians, their minions,
Jack-booted thugs, little Satans -
As we were already warned by history -
The rise of violence against the innocents,
Riots are rising, marching, children taken...
All the threads are woven together,
But like new shoots grafted in the same vine,
We do not know the fruit they will bear…
Brothers warring against brothers...
Cell-phone cameras of an army,
Believing your eyes not the propaganda,
The lies of those in power, shouting,
Demanding submission, uneven...
Every meeting, every statement
None alone unravels the system, but,
Together they weave pressure across borders,
over time, across pivotal moments...
The Age of Empires or Freedom -
Only time will tell, in its time,
Change is never tidy; it is cumulative, building,
relentless, and ever-patient. People who endure,
who persist in speaking truth, are the ones
who bend the arc of history toward justice,
even when it feels invisible day by day.
Chaos and patience exist side by side —
both are part of the work of God...
January 25, 2026
All of the threads are woven together
Poetry Where You Live.
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